Randal made no objection. He was deathlike pale, but there was a sinister expression of firmness on his thin, bloodless lips.
"The next point," Levy resumed, "is to hasten the match between Frank and the fair widow. How does that stand?"
"She will not see me, nor receive him."
"Oh, learn why! And if you find on either side there is a hitch, just let me know; I will soon remove it."
"Has Hazeldean consented to the post-obit?"
"Not yet; I have not pressed it; I wait the right moment, if necessary."
"It will be necessary."
"Ah, you wish it. It shall be so."
Randal Leslie again paced the room, and after a silent self-commune came up close to the baron, and said,
"Look you, sir, I am poor and ambitious; you have tempted me at the right moment, and with the right inducement. I succumb. But what guarantee have I that this money will be paid, these estates made mine upon the conditions stipulated?"